Songwriter: Matthew Preston Slocum
This is the last song, 'til you tell me other wise
This is the last song, 'til you tell me other wise
And it's because I just don't feel it
For the money we shall make
This is the last song that I write 'til you tell me otherwise
The harvest is nice but the well has gone dry
And they in the habit of saying the same things all over again
This is the last song, 'til you tell me other wise
And we in the habit of saying the same things all over again
It should be our time this fertile youth's black soil is ready for rain
This is the last song that I write 'til you tell me otherwise
And it's because I just don't feel it
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore
Publishers: MY SO CALLED MUSIC, SQUINT SONGS
This is the last song that I write 'til you tell me otherwise
I need a drink but the well has gone dry
And it's because I just don't feel it
About the money we shall make
The lines of my earth, so brittle, unfertile and ready to die
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore